Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 83 Conflict
Seeing this, Wang Haoming understood in his heart that this was also a double-reed play.

Regardless of the fact that this middle-aged man is dressed as a Han Chinese and speaks standard Mandarin, he looks like a foreign tourist, but the faint prairie red on his face shows that he must have lived in Tibet for a long time.

And just before he raised the price every time, he had to peek at the stall owner, and only when he saw the stall owner nodded slightly, did he raise the price again, and verbally challenged Xin Rui and the others.

It cannot but be said that he was very successful in what he did, at least Xin Rui was already furious at this meeting.

Although this method is crude, it is very practical. They probably came up with the idea just now when they saw Xin Rui and the others shopping wildly without even talking about the price.

It's just that these few women have never visited this kind of market, and they don't know how to bargain, so they fall into the trap after going back and forth.

Perhaps Luo Yuwei and Xin Rui, including Lin Jiayao, were working hard in the shopping mall, and they might still be a little vigilant.

But in this kind of environment, as soon as people talk about it, and the onlookers make such jokes, they lose their composure. If Li Zhi were here, he might have seen through the double-play at a glance.

"I'll offer 1000 yuan, boss, don't talk to these little girls, the money is here, hurry up and wrap things up for me."

At this time, the price has been raised to more than 10 yuan, and the middle-aged man took out a stack of thangkas from his pocket and clapped them in his hands, urging the stall owner to put away the thangkas for him.

"I…"

"Xin Rui, a gentleman doesn't take what others like. We don't want this thing."

Before Xin Rui uttered the word "I", she was interrupted by Wang Haoming. Seeing Wang Haoming winking at him, Xin Rui froze for a moment, and did not continue to shout.

She was just too angry, but she was not out of her mind. Hearing what Wang Haoming said, she also had a bit of recollection.

How smart these women are, with Wang Haoming's point, combined with the scene that happened just now, he immediately understood the ins and outs of the matter.

Immediately, Lin Jiayao was not angry anymore, and said with a smile: "This uncle is so rich, we won't argue with you, you should buy that thing."

As soon as this remark came out, the middle-aged man and the stall owner were dumbfounded. It was obvious that the cooked duck flew away, and the culprit was naturally Wang Haoming, who had thrown his load across.

"Boy, what you said just now means that I am a villain?"

The double spring was dismantled, and the middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore. The sale of several thousand yuan was disturbed by Wang Haoming, which made him hate it even more. He didn't mention the matter of buying Thangka at the moment, and started to attack Wang Haoming. blame.

"Okay, uncle, some things are meaningless if you explain them clearly. You continue to set up your stall, and we continue to buy our things. Bye bye."

Wang Haoming dealt with these local snakes lazily, replied angrily, then turned around and greeted Xin Rui and others to go back to the hotel, it was already noon now.

"Boy, if you don't speak clearly, don't even think about leaving."

The middle-aged man grabbed Wang Haoming's shoulder, which happened to be Wang Haoming's injured left arm. Wang Haoming cracked his mouth in pain, and raised his right hand to open the middle-aged man's arm.

At this time, Wang Haoming also became angry. He failed his acting, but he still dared to refuse to let him go. He turned around, stared at him, and said, "What do you want? How about we go to the police station for an evaluation?"

"The Han people beat people, the Han people beat people."

The stall owner suddenly shouted.And several gangsters who were already crowded in the crowd to help out also appeared one after another and surrounded Wang Haoming.

"Let them lose money, don't buy the agreed things, don't let them go."

The stall owner jumped up and down, and the onlookers knew the ins and outs of the matter, but most of them were tourists from other places, and no one wanted to cause trouble. For a while, only the voice of the stall owner was heard.

"Losing money! Paying for your paralysis, hitting someone, right? I'll hit you anyway."

Wang Haoming's temperament has always been that people don't offend me, and I don't offend others, but if he is in a hurry, he has always acted without measure.

The middle-aged man pulled his wound just now, and now he saw that the stall owner was so arrogant, he couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up immediately, and kicked the stall owner across the stall.

The voice of the stall owner was quite loud, but he was a little short, less than 1.7 meters, and was kicked by Wang Haoming, who was more than 1.8 meters high, and flew backwards.

The few people around Wang Haoming were stunned. They didn't expect this young man who looked quiet and wore glasses to be so hot-tempered. He originally wanted to blackmail some money, but now it seems that he It didn't end well.

"What are you doing in a daze, call me, if something happens, I will take care of you."

The short stall owner was kicked by Wang Haoming, and it took him a long time to get up. Seeing his helpers, they surrounded Wang Haoming but did not move. He became angry and rushed over while shouting.

This man was also green skinned, so he picked up a Tibetan knife from his booth, pulled it out and chopped it at Wang Haoming.

Wang Haoming was surrounded by those people, and there was a crowd behind him, and there was no place to retreat if he wanted to retreat. When he saw that the knife was about to hit his body, a pair of big hands full of calluses stretched out and grabbed the stall firmly. Lord's wrist.

"You fucking…"

This stall owner is also used to rampant in the market. Most tourists don't want to cause trouble when they go out. They often swallow their anger when they are slaughtered, and they are used to his bad habits.

The knife that was about to cut Wang Haoming's body was held up by someone, and he immediately cursed at the person who looked at him.

It's just that as soon as the words came out, seeing the clothes on the visitor, he immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence, and put away the Tibetan knife angrily.

Wang Haoming saw a tall lama in red clothes appearing in front of him. Seeing the appearance of this lama, the few people who were still booing at first sneaked into the crowd.

"It's Lama Gegu from the Jokhang Temple who has come. These people don't dare to be arrogant, so they should be punished."

In the crowd of onlookers, those who knew the lama started to talk about it, with expressions of respect on their faces, and the stall owner stood obediently by the side, not daring to speak.

"Turning scriptures is an important place, don't make trouble, don't you know?"

Lama Gegu is also known as Lama Tieshang.It is the one who specializes in punishment in the temple, and has always been known for being stern and selfless.

Although there are police stations to enforce the law in today's society, for these Tibetans, the status of lamas in Tibet is still supreme. Once this Gegu Lama spoke, there was a complete silence around him, and no one dared to discuss it anymore.

"This guru first tricked us into buying things, and then threatened to hurt people with a knife. I can swear in the name of the living Buddha that what I said is true."

Wang Haoming pointed to the stall owner and said to the big lama in front of him, he knew that no matter what, if religion was not handled properly, it would be very troublesome.

"Oh?"

After Lama Gegu heard Wang Haoming's words, he already believed it a little bit. If he hadn't made a timely move just now, the young man in front of him would have been chopped and injured.

Seeing that more and more crowds had blocked the path of the prayer-turners, Geguli frowned, and said to Wang Haoming and the stall owner, "Go back to the Jokhang Temple with me and explain the matter clearly. "

After Lama Gegu finished speaking, he walked forward along the turning path, and he didn't keep these two people from following.

"Yuwei, Xinrui, Yaoyao, you go back to the hotel first, I'll take a walk with the master, I just want to visit the Jokhang Temple, this way I can save even the entrance fee."

Wang Haoming handed the many bags, big and small, hanging on his body to a few girls, and it was useless for them to follow, so why not go back to the hotel to inform Li Zhi and the others, presumably Mao Yong, who is very familiar with Tibet, will There is a way, but then again, I didn't do anything wrong.

Although Luo Yuwei and the girls are young, they are all people who have seen the world. In Luo Yuwei's family, there is even a Living Buddha in Tibet.

Knowing that they are all for good, they will not embarrass Wang Haoming, but they did not go back to the hotel, but took out their phones and called Li Zhi.

Wang Haoming followed Lama Gegu, standing among a group of Tibetan Buddhist believers, watching them chanting scriptures and walking clockwise in the turn of scriptures, although they could not understand their scriptures, but Wang Haoming still felt a trace of tranquility and peace.

"You come with me."

After walking to the end of the turning path, Lama Gegu waved to Wang Haoming, and took Wang Haoming into the Jokhang Temple through a side door, ignoring the Tibetan stall owner who was still cleaning up the stall.

Originally, Wang Haoming wanted to visit the Potala Palace first, but he didn't expect that he would go to the Jokhang Temple first after being pushed by the peddler, and Gu also saved dozens of yuan for the entrance fee.

(End of this chapter)